Mar's lips quivered with anticipation as she stared at the vibrant salad. The greens were crisp and fresh, beckoning her to forget about all her worries for a moment. "Salad, never leave me... please," Mar muttered under her breath before a devious grin crept onto her face.
With determination in her eyes, Mar kicked off her pants and crawled towards the salad like a lioness stalking its prey. Her movements were slow and deliberate, savoring each step as if it was crucial to the ritual that was about to unfold. And when she finally nestled against the array of crisp greens, Mar released a low moan of pleasure that reverberated through the empty room.
She gasped in sweet delight as her fingers grazed over the lettuce leaves, sending shivers down her spine. It was always like this - every time Mar indulged in her secret obsession, it felt like coming home after a long journey. She savored every second spent with the salad, taking everything into consideration - from the textures to the flavors.
Finally satisfied, Mar leaned back and let out a content sigh. She realized that nothing could ever replace her love for salads. They were her addiction, and she couldn't live without them.
Mar closed her eyes and imagined the salad as if it were a man - strong, powerful, yet gentle. Her breath trembled with excitement as she fantasized about what it would feel like to make love to the salad.
She wanted nothing more than to have its delicious juices trickle down her body while feeling its soft textures caress against her skin... Slowly but surely, Mar gave into temptation and let out a loud gasp of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. It was surreal; all around her was complete silence except for breaking of lettuce leaves between each thrusting motion followed by tantalizing moans from both Mar and the Salad itself.
